Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.